diary of ophelia's mind

I write poetry, share my random thoughts, and I reblog things I like. minors DNI pls. if ur gonna be rude ur gonna be blocked.

[diaryofopheliasmind]

i feel more pressured trying to write while my sleep meds kick in than i did when i was given a deadline worth a grade in college.

[diaryofopheliasmind]

hey all :)

prayer request:

i am currently writing a book and i want all i do to honour God. I'm unsure about a few things I wrote due to the nature of the book and this is the last call before finalizing the manuscript. So this edit I'm doing is the last.

i would like clarity and strength to delete things that don't honour God.

thanks :):)

[diaryofopheliasmind]

forgetting you.

again and again

I turn to face you

only to see nothing but a mere

wisp

of a shadow

in the doorway

of a house i have yet to recognize.

again and again

I forget

that i left you

and God placed me in a new home

elsewhere

and that you are now part

of my past.

-Ophelia Blackwell

[roua-poemului]

“I want to trust but it scares the skin off my bones.”

— Tahereh Mafi.

[maureen2musings]

Midnight sunset season in Finland & my photobomber, Togepi

happycatfamily

[diaryofopheliasmind]

do you see it?

my heart on my sleeve?

I'm watching it bleed...

blood runs out from everywhere.

i can't stop crying.

-Ophelia Blackwell

[cassimay]

[diaryofopheliasmind]

thesaurus.com is my new favourite website.

[diaryofopheliasmind]

Sorrow Over Broken Bones

It seems that every night

I collapse,

my daily façade, falling.

My memories detonate

within me.

My heart is ripped open by

everything you’ve ever done

and everything I never said.

The night suddenly weighs that much more

and my anger forms like a diamond.

It cuts me from the inside out.

My tears run like blood.

Faults, regrets, hurts, and betrayals;

streaming down my face.

I hold my hands to my eyes,

I press down, as if I can suppress myself.

Keep myself

from…myself.

Nails to my skin,

lining up scars on the inside

to whatever blood I manage to draw on the outside.

This is what the night sky is witness to.

Almost every moonrise,

my anger, my grief, and myself collide

at full force.

If I did not cry,

I would simply shatter;

everything in me would fracture.

It is from experience

that I prefer sorrow

over broken bones.

-Ophelia Blackwell

[nixscriptum]

[anexperimentallife]

Also applies to "AI" "artists" and "musicians."

[diaryofopheliasmind]

"lost friends"

except i didn't lose you.

i lost myself.

-Ophelia Blackwell

[diaryofopheliasmind]

i never thought of you as toxic.

but then i thought about the word,

toxic.

when something is toxic,

it's poisonous.

harmful.

it especially relates to deadly toxins.

you didn't kill me,

but it feels like you killed something in me.

i should have noticed.

i should have left sooner.

i should have noticed.

but a lot of toxins are invisible

-Ophelia Blackwell

[diaryofopheliasmind]

i am not my mental illness.

[mhbcr]

Don’t use AI to write. Use childhood trauma like a real poet.

[midnightinshadow]

[lanndscape]